The Narrator on: Political Correctness

(Okay, my first post since I’ve started re-updating on a regular basis and this one’s going to be a hell of a thrill. )

Now, your narrator is normally a well relaxed kind of guy. There’s only a few things that I tend to hate (Disney popstars, Twilight and any other teeny bopper craze being at the top of my list right now) but one of the top things that always seems to dominate my lists is this hyper-sensitive need for political correctness in the world because someone, somewhere *might* get offended.

The case I’m talking about today is the “rascist” KFC ad 

Now this might be one that you’re familiar with, especially given the media circus going on around it, but if you wouldn’t mind, shut up and listen while I narrate my side of the-debate-that-shouldn’t-have-been.

Here’s a brief synopsis:  A Cricket fan is stuck in the crowd with a bunch of Jamaicans (who happen to be black), and so, since it is a KFC ad, he appeases them with a bucket of fried chicken.

First of all, let me say one thing, which is pretty much going to pretty much dominate the rest of this blog post.

WHY. THE FUCK. DO YOU CARE!?

This is an Australian ad made for Australia. In fact, I’ve heard from numerous sources that KFC deliberately wanted this kept out of america as long as possible because they wouldn’t understand the context and would blow it out of proportion. Well hey, guess what fuckers? You were right! Someone give the corporate bigwig a couple million for making that bet correctly while I get back to the point I’m trying to make.

This isn’t about black and white relations. In fact, barring a few dubious episodes involving hard drugs, alcohol, and teenagers who really needed to get laid some times in the middle of Bumfuck, middleofnowhere, there have been next to no racial problems with blacks and whites in Australia. This is about one guy sitting in the middle of a sports game, wearing his teams colours, and he got stuck in with what looks close to 50 of the opposing teams supporters around him and offering them food.

What would they offer if that were in America? Oh that’s right…this

In summary: Bucket of fried chicken? No. Throwing snowballs and other shit at people? Okay.

Yeah, No wonder you guys elected a fucking retarded redneck  monkey as your president for 8 years.

Dusting off the cobwebs…

Alright so this hasn’t updated in a while, here’s why:

MY LAPTOP HAS HAD NO FUCKING INTERNET FOR THREE MONTHS!!!

Yeah, this should be going back to a regular updating. Just FYI d(<_<d)

My Life…and me narrating it….for once…

So, I haven’t been around much lately….

Yes, I know that sounds like the crappest first line ever. Maybe even sounds like an alcoholic father coming back to their kid, but its true, I haven’t posted on here for well on 2 weeks, and I’m sorry for being quite slack about the whole ordeal.

Put simply, I’ve been without internet, which is, as always, a key component for writing a blog. Yeah its a lame excuse, deal with it. You didn’t seriously think the url irregularblog was just a cute and catchy way to attract passers-by did you?

Okay, enough narkiness from me. Terribly sorry, its been a long week rife with bad news, ugly news, and then ugly bad news. Cliffnotes of the week, by yours truly:

- Some people just need to learn to keep their mouths shut…or their eyes open….or both. I am a classic example of this.

- Those people who predicted me in 5 years? I hope for your sake you’re right

- This next year is going to suck…

- Oh, and so does this single thing. Grrrrr.

Anyway, thats me, catch up.

Discussion: Why University Holidays suck

Alright so as a few of you are already semi-aware I’m sure, I’m currently on mid semester university break until next monday.

I hate University Holidays…Here’s why:

I live on an apartment complex which usually houses about 400 people. I mean sure, I don’t know everyone on the property, and I certainly don’t plan on knowing everyone on the property. What I do know is enough people to exist socially in a very sane setting with plenty of attractive people who I can talk to, drink with and generally muck around with. Sounds good right?

Thats because it is. HOWEVER, as of last saturday (One week ago to the day) 90% of the people I readily hang out and spend time with have left to pastures greener. I mean, sure, they’ll be back on tuesday (I think…) but hey, thats still 3-4 days of sitting here, being bored and being anti-social.

Guess its back to the drawing writing board for the next few days.

~Nate

Introduction/ The Inevitable first post

Well, I’ve finally decided to get off my ass and write a blog.

I guess you could say I’ve had an idea forming in my mind for something like this for a while, and while one temporary blog worked (Hand Luggage only – Cliff Notes from America), I haven’t got up and actually followed my good friends Dan Thorpe (danthorpeisageek.wordpress.com) and Justin Barlow (www.rroarm.com) into the blogosphere.

But now that I have, and I am here for what seems like a as-near-to-permanant basis as possible, I gotta say it feels good. However, let me lay down my 2 rules.

1. I make no pretense at being a saint. I swear when something doesn’t go right, or it hurts or whatever. I also do have the capacity for a very immature sense of humour. If you’re easily offended: back off and go play My Little Pony or something. Seriously kids, if I had the option to put this on a M15 category I would.

2. I’m a geek. Sure, the majority of my posts will be about the oddities of life, but theres a few that won’t be and will revolve around my geeky passions. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED!

Okay, now that thats over, on with the show….

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I guarantee a lot of the first questions from readers will be ‘But Nate….why choose the name you did?’. My answer to this is simple, but in a very long winded for: When I was young (about the age of 6 or 7) there was a show that came on TV about 8:30 at night called ‘this is your life’ for a bunch of famous and old people having their life being chronicled and meeting their kindergarten teachers (who were usually living proof that dinosaurs once existed held up by whatever stuck in their teeth for breakfast that morning). I’d just like to say for the record that I hated that show, but something struck me.

In Essense, yes this is our lives. However, I’m putting my own footnotes in through my ramblings of my own life. My wish is that after every post someone who’s read this sits up and goes ‘Hey, thats kinda like what I went through’. Put simply, this is a narration on life from someone like myself; it has its ups, it downs. Its downright crazies and the times it makes perfectly sense.

I’m just glad you could all join me for the ride…..